Everyone in the village knew that Fat Ya was a fool, and he also knew that she couldn't understand what he was saying, and he was talking nonsense.

The picture is just that after saying it, I feel a little relieved.

There seemed to be a stinking smell on his fingers. He wiped them on his body in disgust, then stopped looking at the thing that was trying hard to move in Fat Ya's cloudy eyes. He threw out the wild hawthorn in his schoolbag with a sullen face.

Without leaving any words, he then bent down to pick up the books scattered on the ground, brushed off the dust on them, carefully put them into his schoolbag, snorted, and strode towards the village without looking back.

Just when I reached the pond dam, there was a sudden "poof!" sound behind me, like the sound of something heavy hitting the water.

He stopped in his tracks and his heart suddenly sank.

Immediately, the panicked and chaotic shouts of the villagers rang out from behind: "What's wrong, fat girl can't think about it, so she threw herself into the pond to seek death..."

…

Under the old locust tree in the yard, Mrs. Sun rolled up her sleeves, revealing two thin arms, squatting next to a large wooden basin and immersed in scrubbing the clothes in her hands.

There are more than a dozen people in Lao Yang's family, except for a few old ones and young ones, all of them work in the fields. These clothes are thick and difficult to wash. If you take them off, you can shake off several kilograms of yellow mud. Just soak them in the water.

, a large basin of water was immediately stirred into a pot of yellow mud soup.

Normally, Mrs. Sun would pick up her clothes and wash them by the pond at the entrance of the village. The water in the pond is flowing, flowing down from Mianniu Mountain behind the village, and flowing to the east. She can also cook the lunch dishes at home.

and washed it.

But today is different. Qing'er rescued her from the pond yesterday afternoon, pinched her and poured ginger water on her. She saved her life, but she was not in good condition.

She had a high fever in the middle of the night last night and talked nonsense most of the night. She and Qing'er's father didn't sleep a wink all night, so they stayed by the bed. As soon as it got light, Qing'er's father went to the village to find Uncle Fu, an old Chinese doctor.

It was said that Uncle Fu went to a town thirty miles away yesterday evening. When Qing'er's father came back and talked with her, they both felt that the disease could not be postponed.

Qing'er's father went to discuss it with Grandpa Qing'er, and drove the family's only ox cart to the town to grab medicine.

The past few days have been busy with the autumn harvest, and all the young laborers in the family have been sent to the fields to harvest rice. Logically, she will also go.

But Qing'er was so ill that she really couldn't let go, so she had to beg Qing'er's grandmother to let her stay at home and do the housework. This morning, she cleaned the yard, shoveled the pig pen, and washed

After feeding the chickens, ducks and the pig in the backyard, the pots and pans in the kitchen were brought to the yard for washing.

This morning, she went into the house several times, and every time she touched Qing'er's head and fed her a few sips of tea, the child was burning like a charcoal stove all day long.

Mrs. Sun absentmindedly wrung out the water from the clothes in her hands and threw them into the bamboo basket beside her. Then she randomly picked up a piece of dirty clothes from the pile of dirty clothes at her feet, threw them into the basin, and started washing them casually.

He had a worried face on his sallow and thin face. From time to time he would look up at the sun that was about to set in the sky. He would prick up his ears and listen to the rumble of the oxcart coming from the front yard. From Changping Village to the nearby Qingshui Town, he would

It's more than thirty miles away at a time. Qing'er's father has been gone for almost two hours. I guess it's time to come back, right?

After hastily rubbing her clothes, Mrs. Sun stood up, wiped her wet hands on her body, turned around and hurried towards the west wing behind her.

…

When Yang Ruoqing woke up, her whole body was sore and her head was still buzzing.

She had just completed a single A-level mission and was on the return helicopter.

This is the last mission of her spy career, to deliver an antique calligraphy and painting to an underground toy auction center in Las Vegas.

After completing this order, her agent career will come to a perfect end.

However, the plane encountered severe strong convective weather over the Pacific Ocean. At the moment of the crash, she vaguely remembered that a green light suddenly flew out of the calligraphy and painting and penetrated into her body.

She fell into the sea, and the cold water rushed in from all directions...

She struggled in the sea water, trying to grab a piece of aircraft debris floating beside her. Her head finally came out of the water, and fresh air rushed in, causing her to cough violently and sit up straight.

body.

The sudden intrusion of light made her eyes sore.

He squinted his eyes slightly and waited until the pain in his eyes faded, then slowly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is a low and dilapidated house with a thatched roof and cracked walls made of yellow mud. There is not a single decent piece of furniture in the house. There is a faded picture in the corner.

In the wardrobe, there is a teapot on the table with a chipped corner, two earthenware tea bowls with their mouths still chipped, and the only stool is missing a leg, which is supported by a few clay bricks underneath.

The floor inside the house was bumpy and damp, and the smell of mold mixed with the urine from the chamber pot beside the bed filled the house, making her stomach churn.

There is no cold sea water and no plane wreckage. Where is this place that is too dilapidated to be inhabited?

Could it be that she was floating on the sea and was rescued ashore by kind-hearted fishermen?

However, in the 21st century, if we look around the world, even the indigenous African people cannot find such poor places to live, right?

Her eyes swept to a wooden door over there, and wisps of light filtered through the cracks in the broken door. She opened the damp and patched quilt covering her body, and was about to get out of bed and go to the door to ask.

, his eyes caught sight of a pair of cloth shoes of an indistinguishable color lying in front of the bed, with two holes on the toes.

She shook her head slightly, thinking that having a pair of shoes was better than going barefoot. Just when she stretched out her feet to put on the shoes, something incredible happened.

These fleshy and swollen feet were obviously not hers.

She was born with a pair of small and exquisite feet, as cute and clear as white jade, and her toenails were as healthy and cute as pink scallops.

But the feet in front of me were rough and thick, and the nails had probably not been taken care of for ten and a half days, right? They were dark inside, and the nails were torn off in two places.

Then, she discovered that her hands were not her original ones.

She is an agent and a top international killer. Years of training have left a thick layer of calluses between the fingertips of her hands. But she is a hand control, so even though the fingertips have calluses, the rest of her hands are not.

It is well maintained, white, tender and smooth, as delicate as jade.

As for the hands in front of me, the fingers are as thick and short as radishes soaked in water, which is very vulgar.

She touched her facial features again and felt that this face was not hers either.

How is this going?

who is she?

Who am I?

Where is this?
Chapter completed!